"Fellow Daoist, I'll fight for a glimmer of life for you later, you have to grasp it!"

A sharp roar sounded, "Boy, shut up!"

Sima Yuan laughed and leaped into the air, "Okay, that's it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the screams of the locust tree spirit sounded again, and at the same time, golden runes appeared in the air, and there was a huge gold-patterned net on the ancient acacia behind Sima Yuan, which tied it to the ground.

At this moment, Gu Huai Jing was suffering from the power of the ancient mirror, and at the same time, Liu Quan was suspected of betraying the master and urged the forbidden lock, and the two torture forces almost sent him to the Netherworld.

Just like there are cramps and peeling on the outside, and there is swallowing the blade of yin charcoal inside, there is not only the pain of cutting the heart and bones, but also the pain of refining the bone marrow.

He raised his head to the sky and roared, hissing and screaming.

Sima Yuan was furious and arrogant, and said sharply, "Long pain is better than short pain, why are you still obsessed?"

Oh, an extreme hatred suddenly broke out, "If you want the old man's life, don't think about it!!!!

Sima Yuan's figure stiffened, scolded secretly, and played a big deal, but he didn't expect this old ghost to be so tough.

In an instant, the surrounding endless aura surged, enveloping Sima Yuan and Liu Quan in the inside.

Liu Quan's face changed greatly, and there was a trace of ruthlessness in his eyes, and a word suddenly burst out of his mouth, "Explode !!"

Suddenly, an incomparably huge aura erupted from above the ancient acacia, and the golden light shone in all directions, trembling and shaking the void.

A sense of resentment that seemed to contain endless resentment suddenly erupted, but most of its power rushed towards Liu Quan.

Liu Quan's eyes were frightened, and when he was about to flee, Sima Yuan's face flashed, and a sword light in his hand shot out and slapped on the other party.

With a pop, Liu Quan's figure staggered and paused a little.

At this moment, a deafening popping sound exploded with a bang, and it ran through all directions!

Suddenly, a mushroom cloud with a size of more than 100 zhang rose one after another, and a huge pit of nearly ten zhang in size appeared on the ground, and the surrounding buildings seemed to be burned by raging flames, and they were scorched and black.

After the screams, painful cries, and wails of crying fathers and mothers came, after the barrier was broken, it still attracted many onlookers.

After the ancient locust tree that was subdued by the Spirit Beast Pavilion blew up, there were more than 100 casualties, severed limbs and wreckage everywhere, and scarlet blood stained the surrounding walls, like purgatory on earth, miserable.

Half an hour later, a light cough was heard, and a soil ruin slowly rose up, and then exploded with a bang, and a figure popped out.

It was Sima Yuan.

He looked at the Tiangong Sword in his hand, several cracks appeared on it, and there were several gaps and collapses on the sword's body, and his spirituality was sharply reduced, and his power was mostly reduced.

Sima Yuan's face was full of pity, and he secretly cursed damned.

Suddenly, a slight movement sounded in my ears.

He turned his head, but saw that dozens of feet away, the corpse of an unheard of spirit beast moved slightly.

The corners of Sima Yuan's mouth flashed with a smile, and with a sweep of his figure, he came to the front of the spirit beast, and before the person could reach the sword light, Huo Ran slashed.

Boom!!!

An explosion sounded, and then there was a light snort, and Sima Yuan waved his palm and slashed it, and the attacking thing was cut in two.

Sima Yuan suddenly stopped his figure and retreated in panic.

"Want to go, it's too late!"

The cold and resentful words suddenly sounded in his ears, and Sima Yuan didn't think about it, just a sword qi was swung.

The blood light flickered, and a figure suddenly approached, revealing a familiar and hideous face.

It was Liu Quan, who was seriously injured but did not die.

Sima Yuan's expression was solemn, and his mind was running rapidly, but when he thought about it thoroughly, a life-and-death crisis suddenly came.

Without hesitation, he gently tilted to the left, and with a pop, scarlet blood stained Sima Yuan's body.

Liu Quan's eyes lit up, revealing a cruel smile, and he said sharply, "You should have fallen here today!"

His breath suddenly changed greatly, and a wild and violent aura erupted, but he saw that Liu Quanran, who was originally in human form, had crazy fangs, and his fangs were glowing with cold light, and his black hair suddenly extended and thickened, and his limbs became thicker between breaths.

With a little effort, Liu Quan was gone, and a huge beast that looked like a gibbon monkey was revealed in front of Sima Yuan's eyes.

Sima Yuan's eyes were cold, the Immortal Sword in his hand was clenched in his hand, his hands flew and twisted, and his whole body cultivation bloomed without reservation.

His eyebrows were raised, Jian Yuan burst violently, and the majestic mana poured in, Sima Yuan was like a god.

He glared angrily and said quickly, "Fa Dun, to !!"

With a snort, Liu Quan's body stiffened, and a pale figure behind him slowly condensed.

After glancing at Liu Quan, he sneered, ripped off his storage bag, and put it on his body.

He was breathing a sigh of relief, and when he was secretly in danger, a life and death crisis suddenly shrouded him.

His face changed, he didn't dare to delay, and immediately flew away.

With a thud, it broke through the air in an instant.

However, a shadow followed him.

In his hand, a three-foot green blade was dripping with scarlet blood.

The smell of the person is exactly the same as that traitor.

The breath is cold and dead, cold and ruthless, like murder.

Sima Yuan's pupils shrank, and the aura on his body seemed to have the same root and origin as him, and they were all from the Sword Peak.

Sword Peak, Dead Soldier!

The call, which was like a maggot attached to the bone, almost climbed to the extreme, his scalp was numb, and he said quickly,

"Sword escape, go!"

After a burst of sword light flickered on Sima Yuan's body, his figure suddenly disappeared, and when he reappeared, he was already three hundred zhang away.

The whistling sound in his ears came again, he clenched his teeth, and said sharply, "Escape again!"

Behind him, an invisible blade slashed across his back, and a gap the size of a foot appeared hideously.

With a pop, a mouthful of blood sprayed out, and at the same time, there seemed to be a feeling of exhaustion and weakness in the body, and there was a dizziness in front of him.

He hurriedly looked inward, the sword yuan in his body decreased sharply, and his face was even more pale as snow, without blood.

Behind him, a shadow swept swiftly and was difficult to get rid of.

When Sima Yuan died, he quickly took out the Lingyuan Stone to replenish the ancient mirror, and his own family absorbed the essence of the aura, while thinking about countermeasures.

Suddenly, the Purple Palace Immortal Sword suddenly trembled, urging Sima Yuan to move in a certain direction as if he was thirsty.

Sima Yuan's mind moved, and the fairy sword appeared under his feet, and with a whoosh, he threw the shadow behind him hundreds of feet away.

He was slightly startled, and asked if the fairy sword could fly without the master's envoy.

In an instant, he crossed several large counties.

Looking at the direction it is traveling, it is the 'Fallen Immortal Cliff' recorded in the ancient scriptures.

Sima Yuan suddenly felt and asked Immortal Sword if he had been here!

Half a day later, the Fallen Immortal Cliff was in sight.

Sima Yuan suddenly stopped his figure, and a sword-guarding man stood silently on the Linyuan Cliff.

The man was dressed in gray, with mango shoes on his feet, and the blade of the knife was neither gold nor silver, just like a bamboo body!

When he saw Sima Yuan coming, he started running.

Sima Yuan was like a great enemy, and the shadow behind him was even more like a man, and the crisis of life and death was approaching again.

His eyes were cold, and he glanced at the blood-stained placket on his left chest, which was indifferently torn.

Sima Yuan raised his sword and rushed forward, and under the silent thought of his mind, a drop of sword yuan that could be condensed in his body exploded, and he put the treasure mirror into the storage bag, no longer absorbing spiritual power.

The Asking Immortal Sword under his feet swept into his hand, and the Heavenly Sword was suspended in the air, and at the same time, a bright aura poured into the Asking Immortal Sword.

He turned a blind eye to the shadow behind him, and when the pestle man took off quickly, Sima Yuan shouted,

"Ask the immortals, cut the !!"

As soon as the words fell, a sword light like a white rainbow suddenly flashed, reflecting in all directions.

Immediately, two figures intervened and swept ten feet away.

The man with the pestle and knife fell to the ground after two sounds, not knowing whether he was alive or dead, and the long knife screamed, and his aura fell sharply, and most of it was dimmed.

Sima Yuan stretched out his hand and made a move, and without waiting to take a closer look, he put his storage bag and bamboo knife in his pocket.

He ran to the edge of the cliff, spat out a mouthful of blood, and his eyes darkened.

He bowed his head with difficulty, and the inch-wide wound in his chest pierced directly through his abdomen, bleeding nonstop.

The shadow behind him was less than ten zhang, and a sword light came in an instant, slashing at Sima Yuan's back.

He almost instinctively defended Tiangong behind, and with a bang, the Tiangong Sword completely broke into two.

Taking advantage of this boost, Sima Yuan's figure fell from the edge of the cliff, and smashed into the deep stream with a pop.

After the shadow on the top of the cliff was silent for a while, the figure suddenly jumped and also fell into the deep stream.

Suddenly, a splash of water splashed, and the shadow broke through the water and rose away.

In Russia, the stream water was completely dyed red.

Sima Yuan's body was missing, and it was suspected that he had died in the deep stream at the bottom of the cliff.

Under the cliff of fallen immortals, there is a ghost crossing stream.

A few days later, three figures arrived at a galloping speed, two graceful figures and a sword-worthy monk.

Clam up.

Halfway through the decade, a shadow floated in, followed closely behind him.

After a few moments of silence, Shadow said faintly, "Really dead?"

The shadow who had chased and killed Sima Yuan lowered his head and said, "My subordinates saw him fall with their own eyes, so there should be no luck." ”

Shadow muttered to himself, "No luck?"

The shadow lowered its head, and was about to explain, when it suddenly felt a shock, and then fell into darkness completely.

A sound exploded on the cliff, and the shadow was torn apart in an instant, turning into snow and falling to the bottom of the stream.

The breeze blew, blowing up the shadow veil of black clothes, revealing a cold face.

It was the one who had been staring at Sima Yuan from the top of the sword mound.

His eyes were flat and his tone was gloomy, "The skills are not as good as people, and it is not a pity to die." ”

Then the wind blew and it disappeared in place.

Sword Peak, Sword Pavilion.

After learning that Sima Yuan had fallen under the 'Fallen Immortal Cliff', the woman in the cage was silent for a long time, and the forbidden formation of the Sword Peak seemed to have the intention of revival.

Oh, a big Confucian figure floated down gently, sighed lightly, and stretched out his hand to brush it slightly.

Suddenly, the wind and waves were calm and restored to the same as before.

A cold voice came from the pavilion, "He's dead, and you're so indifferent?"

Lu Hongli said lightly, "It's better to be dead, so as not to lose my sword peak's face, if you are not dead, you may be able to help me and wait." ”

Qian Ying in the building said in a low voice, "They all died in the Fallen Immortal Cliff."

Lu Hongli frowned slightly, and said slowly, "You have to see people in life, and you have to see corpses in death." The body has not appeared, how do you know that it must be dead? ”

Qian Ying said expressionlessly, "If he hadn't died back then, would you dare to take advantage of it?"

Lu Hongli's eyes were flat, "You and I are in love, why do you take advantage of it." Let's talk about Wan'er ........ ”

"Shut up!" a slightly alarmed, irritated voice came from within.

There seemed to be a trace of bitterness at the corner of Lu Hongli's mouth, which was fleeting.

He pretended to smile indifferently, "Okay, don't talk about it." ”